This is from the same story as my prologue located at:
http://www.writingforums.com/viewtopic.php?t=16552
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Gregson’s light suddenly blinked out, but he wasn’t the only one, for the lights of the other houses were also snuffed out. The one street lamp, that stood tall and proud at the end of the street, flickered slightly before it finally faltered and went out completely.
Several people looked out of their windows, wondering why their lights had gone out and checking if it was just them. They all turned away however when they saw that the street lamp had also gone out and figured that it was a simple power cut. But the fact that their other electrical appliances and there was no stormy weather to of caused the sudden blackout, did not hinder their guesses. One by one the curious faces vanished from their windows leaving the street unwatched by all.
Even the moon did not bear witness to anything that happened any more. Which was just as well, for his companions suddenly began vanishing one by one; the stars that filled the night sky blinked out individually, their light leaving the heavens. It took several minutes, but eventually the night was completely starless - though to the simple observer this would’ve just looked like a cloudy sky.
Now that each and every individual source of light that may of invaded the darkness of St. Catherine’s Lane was extinguished, stranger things started happening.
Dark, black shapes started dancing on the walls of the buildings that lined the street. They slithered and crept along the walls, stretching over windows and reaching down the length of the street. The odd black shapes grew and covered the houses; they began to branch off in all directions - like long fingertips they reached out and climbed down the buildings and onto the paving below. The mysterious shadows danced and flicked about as they silently slithered along the ground. They slinked along the paths and down the cobbled road that ran straight through the two rows of houses that made up St. Catherine’s Lane. They began to devour everything as they moved down the road; the houses, the road - one thin strand even began to start climbing up the street lamp, wrapping itself round its great pole and devouring the lamp at the very top.
The darkness of these shadows was more so than that of the darkness of the night that already donned the street - they were darker than dark, blacker than coals, emptier than a void. The intertwining shadows that crept along the ground, continuously branching out and stretching ever further were all heading for one destination - the orphanage right at the of the street.
Slowly and cautiously they reached their target, but the shadows did not cover this building. Instead they came together collectively, and in a flowing river of darkness they silently slipped under the door and seeped into the orphanage.
